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We saw it on the news…

a couple of hours
after emerging from theatre darkness
into the rain-streaked copper lightness
of a warm summer’s Saturday night;
Londoners and tourists alike
streamed into the Underground,
unaware that on London Bridge
people were falling down,
run down by extremists,
and Borough Market
was being knifed
in the beat
of its open, friendly heart.

Kerry is hosting the Flash 55 Challenge! She says the rules of this prompt have not changed: Write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS.

We were in London last night. We’d been to see ‘Horror’, an amazing piece of mime theatre from Amsterdam. We left some time around nine o’clock and made our way back on the Underground, completely unaware of the events taking place in another part of London, where my great grandfather used to own a pub.

A heart recoils and goes into a defensive stance when angry blades appear. First dispatches and drafts like this assess what has been cut, what might be lost. And how much does that affect the day, the love, the work? Your tasks are many these days, and we’re listening.

My family used to live not too far away and my great grandfather had a pub on Borough High Street – my daughter used to go there a lot with her friends and had her ‘hen party’ there last year. It’s just so close to home.